Rage like a red sea, searching for my Moses.
Longing for him to part it so I can find my promised land,
but I don’t think I can survive 40 years in the wilderness,
the 20 I have spent have taken their toll.
The desert’s all too easy temperature of 76 makes me wonder if I’m even here at all. Continue reading Moses
‘Tis better to have loved than lost (they say)
Than never to have loved at all
With nothing ventured, nothing gained
But death therein the fall
So too, like winter, this shall pass
the frost of heartache to thaw
Like all on earth; not meant to last
Leaving memory to live on
By wish, by want, what spell you cast
That I never be your own
O cursed knife which pierced my heart
and turned it into stone
I loved you once, I love you still
Though ’twas never meant to be
But worst of all, the salt in wound
you freaking friend-zoned me.
Oh how dreary everything seems.
The fog rolls in.
The mist settles on the ground,
Clinging like a child to his mother on the first day of school.
Is that the feeling of misery?
Everything is just so gray.
The colors so dull,
And the sky so plain.
There is nothing special about gray. Continue reading Plain Old Gray
Hollow’s Eve, The Devil’s night
they are doomed to feed his appetite.
Thus to remain another year
11 months and one for fear. Continue reading The Pact
Cars clamored, jacks hammered, citizens stammered through the city streets, which were alive and functioned like a rusty gear, stiff and forceful.
People rushed to and from with technology that works by thumb, and I could see that even some had bags of products that must have cost gold.
Nobody was smiling.
Even myself with optimistic eyes, fiddled with my phone with absolute despise, the warranty that of course implies that should a problem come to arise such as a biker thugs crack the phone in two, perhaps someone cooked it a stew, or a meteor comes crashing down causing an explosion that sends my phone into a burning abyss till its demise.
Or in this case if my battery dies. Continue reading I Once Heard a Blind Man Laugh
To say who one is is not as simple as it may seem,
But that’s the beauty of it, for it’s like a half forgotten dream.
You know that you are here and yet strangely undefined,
Never sure if you are really real or merely in your mind. Continue reading The essence of
Starbucks is not a
food group unless you want to
grow five more sizes
My desire for
sleep is the ultimate cause
of my suffering.
We wear our skin like costumes,
hoping it’ll change with the season and in
the deep, dark hours of the night,
no one will catch us sliding them off as we slip into bed.
Sadness is sweeping over me.
Not in gentle, breezing winds
Cool your face on a hot July day. Continue reading Sweep
I don’t care where you
Come from so long as you leave
Me the hell alone
It is not easy
to edit sub-par writing
when I am sober.
Note from the poet: No, I am not some drunken college student who can’t function without a beer. This is just a reaction to a joke between some friends and I.
I have a boyfriend.
No really, I don’t care if
you shit bricks of gold
Your life is so hard,
I don’t know what I would do.
Would I complain, too?
flows from me like the sap from
a dead maple tree
Smear on more makeup.
They will never have to know
that you look like them.